I stroll down the lane of agitation!
Unable to comprehend the origin!
Hear the drum beating before it is beaten!
Every wrecked feeling healing!
The cut healed in a glimpse!
Squandering! Yeah! Lavishing!
There's joy in the air!
N Y
O D
B O
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Can define such excitement!
I would wreck the ship!
That sails on the seas of gluttony!
I would crash the plane!
That flies on the air of clubbing!
Heels or sneakers!
Official gowns or casual shorts!
whimpsically I dominate the places!
N D
O R
W O
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Can define such excitement!
The grassrooters root and dwell!
The underground shaking!
Earthquaking the layout!
Tsunami that everyone embraces!
Flooding the place with urine!
We drink, we dine, we dwell!
Fridays driving us into weekends!
N A
O E
I D
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Can define weekend excitement!
We know what Friday does, we know the joy we get sliding into weekends!
A time that gives the workers relieve and fun catching.
This is exactly what this poem describes.
3 stanzas with a new concept.
9 lines on each stanza.
Friday has always been calling, once we get to Friday we hear the drum beating before it even starts playing. All our boredom and wounds caused by the stress of officiality heals without pills for the anticipation is overwhelming.
Wrecking the ship and crashing the plane exaggerates how extreme I would go on the fun catching, gluttony and clubbing.
No matter the dress up, I would dominate the places. Yeah! You know how the weekend goes, weddings — offical dress-up for the men and ladies but not compared to that of the offices and clubbing — indecent dress up that is accepted by the fun catchers.
The final stanza exaggerates on the velocity of the fun, noise making and activities of the weekend. There's no doubt the music from the clubs and sit—outs are thunderous and could destroy the earth but we embrace them during the weekends.
The weekend is basically a time to catch fun!